Being dead is not a pleasant experience. Being enslaved, having your mind warped, and killing your friends is uncomfortable. Before I was slain, had my soul ripped out of me and was enslaved by the Lich King, I researched war. I wasn't a warrior or a hunter. I wasn't a shaman or a druid. I was a tactician. I read what few scrolls the Tauren have, I read whatever I could get my hands on. I was advising some orc in the Eastern Kingdoms when the Scourge tore through Lordaeron.
The Lich King empowered me. Forced me to fight.
Now I find I enjoy it. Not the senseless slaughter of innocents, but the planned, practical extermination of an enemy. I go out into fields of enemies and slay them, for no purpose other than to remove them from existence.
Unlike Raegann, I don't hate Outland. There are plenty of demons for me to kill. I feel most Tauren would shy away from my methods. Using plague and disease, crippling my enemy before I slay them isn't something that is wholly approved upon by my people.
But balanced must be maintained. There must be a darkness to counter the light. Without disease, there would be no healing. Without death, there would be no birth. Balance will be preserved. At all costs.
I like Outland. There are demons to kill.
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